Page 98 of Wanted
Liv appreciated Knox’s humor, his strength, his looks, while also accepting his hospital phobia and that he cried too much. So maybe… yeah, maybe they couldmake loveinstead of just fucking.
Knox stroked Liv’s side with a sigh. “I… love you. Not like, ‘I love you, bro’. I justloveyou,” he whispered, afraid of his own words. “I love you like I’d take a bullet for you, hide a body, move across the country, and then ask you for a dicking kinda love.”
Liv grinned, but his eyes remained focused, glowing with fondness that would have kept Knox warm even if their friends hadn’t made sure the trailer was toasty by the time they arrived. It was like looking into the sun without getting blinded. Like homemade pancakes every morning. Like winning a fight against an opponent twice his size. Knox was regretful over having to blink, but when his eyes opened again, Liv was still there, stroking his face.
“I think I have an idea, because I’d kill for you. Turn my life upside down for you. And even make you mine for real.”
Knox’s heart beat faster, but not in the irregular way that sometimes hurt or made him faint. It beat strongly. For Liv.
“I’m already yours.”
Liv gave the quietest of gasps, barely audible in the silence of their trailer, but then he lowered his body and pushed his knee at the underside of Knox’s thigh, moving it to claim the space between his legs. The way he did it—so practiced, and confident, and oh so masculine had Knox arching off the mattress.
“And I’m never letting you go. We’re both where we belong,” Liv whispered, nuzzling the side of Knox’s nose, his lips so very close Knox could almost taste them.
He arched to catch them in a kiss, full of emotion, as if he hadn’t just confessed his feelings after holding them in for so long. “Youdefinitely are. I love being under you,” Knox murmured, rocking against him and wrapping his arm around Liv’s neck.
It felt so good to be able to express himself like this. To be himself. No barriers, no lies, no insecurities. And despite the ghost of his father still watching him with contempt, he didn’t feel ashamed of wanting this anymore. He was his own man, had friends who understood him, and Liv, sweet, caring Liv who would never judge him, and who’d accepted him before Knox even accepted himself.
Liv grinned and rolled his hips, squeezing both their cocks between their bodies as he deepened the kiss, serving yet another hit of the drug Knox was so fucking addicted to.
He hoped this high would last forever.
Knox wrapped his legs around Liv’s hips, eager to hold him close in any way he could. Yeah, a quickie in a back alley was exhilarating, but he’d enjoy taking his time to devour Liv just as much.
Knox sighed, relaxing into a strange state where he was both at peace and so horny he could barely wait anymore. He let his lips stray from Liv’s mouth to his jaw, then his neck, making sure he kissed every petal of the roses tattooed there. Liv’s body was a work of art, and Knox would treat it with the reverence it deserved.
The firm body trembled as Liv bared his throat, eager for the kisses. Knox stroked and kneaded any skin he could reach. And while he resented the expectations placed on him in his previous relationships, hewantedto give Liv’s body attention, to touch him and enjoy every inch of flesh. This was a body he wished to shower with attention, and each sigh and moan felt like a badge of honor, prompting him to act. Giving this magnificent beastpleasure felt like the peak of arousal, and they haven’t even gone beyond foreplay yet.
The fingers, which so far had caressed his scalp, now tightened in his hair, gently pulling on it as Liv grinned, wiggling his brows. “Keep looking at me like that. Your eyes are magic. So fucking beautiful,” he rasped and kissed Knox’s forehead before moving down his jaw, to his neck, then his shoulder. Each brush of lips against skin was an explosion of radiance that made Knox writhe and gasp.
At least he didn’t need to keep the noise down. This wastheirhome. Their haven.
A month back, he would have blasted Liv for calling him beautiful, worried it implied he wasn’t manly enough to be considered handsome, but if Liv saw him that way, then he’d embrace it.
“Never thought you were a romantic,” he teased, stroking Liv’s nape.
Liv swallowed, watching him with a tenderness that melted the last of Knox’s worries and barriers. “I’m not. I’m a rude, shady guy from the worst trailer park in the county. You just have bad taste in men. What? I’m just saying it like it is, sweetheart.” He grinned, and when his lips descended to Knox’s chest, searching for the perfect place to nibble on, Knox grabbed his shoulders, giving himself over to bliss.
He grinned, sighed, indulged in Liv’s kisses and gave even more back. In the warm cocoon of fresh bedding, the heat from the radiator, and Liv’s scorching touch, Knox could melt and forget his uncertain future. The here and now with Liv was the only thing that mattered.
At some point, their kisses turned more urgent, and skin sweaty enough to warrant another shower later, but Knox wouldn’t have it any other way. Liv’s dick inside him was just the cherry on top of this delicious afternoon. When it enteredhim, his thoughts were reduced to nothingness in the face of their intense connection. Above him, Liv shut his eyes, fighting for breath as his shaft slotted in, molding Knox’s insides to its shape, but once the moment of tension passed, his hands and lips wandered, petting Knox’s flesh as they moved together.
They’d been having sex for a while, but it felt new now that they were no longer just fuck buddies. Knox felt Liv’s care for him in every thrust. Every brush of fingers. Every kiss.
And yeah, he didn’t mind being called sweetheart as long as the nickname was an endearment from Liv’s lips. It felt honest, and who was he to block Liv from expressing his affection?
Oh, and there was so much affection in the throbbing thick cock driving into him again and again at a languid pace. For once, Liv wasn’t in a hurry to show off or make them both come in the fastest, most explosive fashion, but remained utterly focused, his dark gaze never once leaving Knox’s face. He moved inside Knox softly, gently, building their pleasure until Knox could swear electricity danced between his toes.
It was the closest Knox had ever been to feeling loved, and while Liv hadn’t said the words, his actions couldn’t lie. A man didn’t look at hisfriendthe way Liv looked at Knox. Whatever they now shared was absolutely, heartbreakingly beautiful.
Liv touched his hot forehead to Knox’s, and they stayed in this lucid dream for fuck knew how long, getting high on each other’s breaths.
But the intensity of getting teased from the inside was becoming too much to bear, and Knox rocked against Liv, all needy and wanting. Liv grinned in response and sped up, like the glorious machine that he was. He squeezed moans out of Knox with every thrust, set on fucking him into orgasm without jerking Knox off.
And he succeeded. The intent stabs of his dick and whatever friction Knox could get from his cock rubbing against Liv’s abs were enough to make him come.
He trembled. Arched. And then sunk onto the bed as bliss melted first his brain and then his body while Liv moved above him, inside him, until his eyes rolled back and Knox felt him come. Just knowing that his man had finished inside him, leaving his cum deep within Knox’s body was enough to give him another high.
